Atlakviða 6 languages Tools Appearancehide Text Width Color (beta) From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The Hunninge Image Stone on Gotland, Sweden, with imagery that probably refers to Atlakviða, or another story or poem on the same events. On the top of the stone, there is a man carrying a ring, who may be Sigurd or the messenger Knéfrøðr. On the bottom left, the […]

It is a;rays a choice  2 sleep  Or write poetry  My oenz always winz 

Please do not steal my poems As it offends me If I catch you doing it I will fuck you up the arse My name is Malcolm But please call me Sarah

  I am fully asleeep  Yetmi pen is restless  It wants meet to wale up  I av placed it btween  Your maked cheeks  As it needed a plce to sleep  No portree tonight  Yor neglegee is sow soft

We are driving towards  Lisbeth Masturbates on Tuesdays  But our progress in slow  Due to ice deep water and drifting snow  A car has overturned on the slip road  There are casualties dirty triggers three  I am going to introduce you to my parents   We are having dinner in The Roundabout of Crows  Which is about fifty […]

Early swims in ice cold lakes  Everything shared  Hot baths  Rolling in the snow  Time passes Missing Soames  The seasons vanish without a trace 

Joe  Josie  Where are ewe  In Canterbury with the sisters  Ewe  I am in Richmond Park with Sephine  It is quite frosty in Canterbury  But I can see the sun hiding in the mist It is quite clear here  You sent me a text last night which read Free Palestine and nothing else It confused […]

Rhapsody and I have a house  Which has alarming sea views  We can literally see the edge of the world The day fades and recreates itself  We have grown used to this  I spend my day painting bees  On pale backgrounds  Rhapsody Sings the Blues

Hello James  Mabel how are you  I am as good as can be expected  It is so cold today  It is warmer than my little flat  Is your heating broken  If so Red and I can pop around  No the heating is working  But it is so expensive  You know if I was working  I […]

I had a dream  A very strange dream  I hardly featured in my dream  My name is Edgar Allen Poe  Doorman and Cloakroom Attendant  A large American company  Had booked out the Huntingdon  To celebrate the founders birthday  It was a splendid affair  With no expense spared  Everything was free  This said there was were uncomfortable undertones  Which […]